I know ya’ll are getting sick of me harping on my lack of a Nashville trip this weekend but what fun would I be if I didn’t drag out the whining? (Did I mention we’re going in April & that we got a refund so we didn’t even lose anything. Do you want to smack me yet?)
Yesterday we took off for Atlantic City. How could we resist the lure of a free room at the Tropicana? The last few times we’ve gone, I’ve lost but even with losing, I figure we’re still ahead with getting a free room. Plus I just like that place. It’s like a little village in Havana:
It was a bit too chilly to walk on the Boardwalk so we were forced to just eat and gamble. I think the universe felt guilty that I missed out on my weekend away so it rewarded me & I won. Frank, on the other hand, didn’t. Between the 2 of us, I think we probably came ahead by $50 but I’m happy. I like winning.
The view from our window:
Hey, what do you expect for free - an ocean view? I did wonder if those spotlights would shine into our room all night but we were good. It was nice & dark.
The only bad thing was last night when we were trying to find a sports bar where they were airing the Islander’s game. All they had on was basketball. On the other hand, the Islanders lost so maybe that was a good thing.
On our trips to Atlantic City, we’ve always passed this exit that had a sign saying, “Batsto Village.” My family has always slurred their “P’s” in Italian so for my entire life, I thought the word for crazy was battzo which made that sign pretty interesting. (Ask my dad how to say “pizza“. He doesn’t eat pizza. He eats “beat-za“.) The real word for crazy is “pazzo” but I still wanted to know what this Crazy Village was all about. This afternoon, we decided to take a detour & check it out. Problem was, once you got off the exit, there was no indication of where, exactly, this Batsto Village was. It turns out, it’s within a park so, on our next trip, we will have to check it out. Don’t worry. You’ll be along for the ride.
